Slip

Horses’ reins,
dogs of war,
the porcelain cup
the lip.
Underdress:
the silken bit;
don’t let them.

~ by bonniemcclellan on September 16, 2015.

Posted in Art and Observation, Poetry and Translation
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4 Responses to “Slip”

  1. No slip here, Bonnie!

    John Looker said this on September 16, 2015 at 10:49 pm | Reply

  2. The theme oversees and holds sway over the poem’s direction at each turn. Wonderful:)

    Brad said this on September 17, 2015 at 10:24 am | Reply

  3. Hi Bonnie…loved your selection. Nice to hear from you. I hope all is well for you guys. XARXe and my kids are great. Speak soon… Edward

    Sent from my iPhone

    threepointplay@aol.com said this on September 18, 2015 at 1:42 am | Reply

  4. Hi Bonnie! Nice poem! I’m thinking of you! Are you getting ready for IPM?

    lrichm2014 said this on January 16, 2016 at 3:06 am | Reply

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